After All It Is Not At All Darkness

as you learned what darkness is
in the middle of your grief
and lament

light sometimes comes surprisingly
from the holes of your walls

and you find warmth and colors
pink, and red, and green and blue
in a prism of light
from a slit of your window

and you look out to another world
beyond your walls and
windows

you find
a rainbow, some clouds, evergreen mountains

you find a trail
inviting you for a walk

you feel the cool air
wishing you to breathe

you see a world before you
arms ready to embrace
hands always waiting for you to be caressed

it does not take much to open an eyelid
to wake up and then try this walk of life.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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